...

 

Killer death monkeys from above.

The End.

 

I say to myself........I think black coffee and espresso are the same thing. Hmmmm.......and I can't post pix when I PM. Am I an idiot?????

 

..... I realize why people were yelling at me to move: a grand piano was about to cru......

when suddenly the author dies of piano poisoning.

 

...

 

tl;dr

 

and I see the ghost of the late Nicolas Hayek wearing my beloved connie, gently nestled against a patch of arm hair....

 

And then you paused, turned around and asked: "So when my high school sweatheart's dad caught us having sex, he was really me catching me having sex with myself?"

 

...

 

- suddenly, I remembered the name of the Italian biscuit - biscotti! Then, It occurred to me. I was so concerned about making a good impression at Starbucks, I thought about the Omega! Too much bling, thought I. So I had taken it off, and had put it in my brief case before I entered. Whew!

The coffee shop was very busy. Only one seat available. I asked the attractive woman who was seated at that table if she minded my sitting down. She was occupied, reading her copy of Elle, but she nodded he head and went back to her reading. I checked her left hand. No ring! Time to make my play, thought I! I surreptitiously opened my brief case, found the watch, and put it back on.

(Take it from there).

 

Then all of a sudden the author joined WUS

And lived happily ever after......

 

"Hi there" I said, "you may not have noticed, but I'm a WIS"

"Oh really" she said, frowning slightly "Then I suppose you'll be burned at the stake. Anyhow, can't stop to chat now, I've got an audiologist appointment. By the way, are you wearing a girl's watch - it's a bit small and shiny?"

Continue

 

didn't this story end in the second post?

if it did, and I do see a The End there, then what comes after?

 

...

 

So I said,"voulez vous couche avec moi?" To which she said, "Not 'til now, you smooth talking man!"

 

Despite the director clearly ending the story, some young wippersnapper decided to continue a rambling, pointless narrative.

Sadly the director was forced to release the killer death monkeys upon said wippersnapper...

Serious... Watches... Not weird watch fan fiction.

If anyone here want to write and wank over watches, go do it on your own time.

This is worse than the Harry Potter stuff.

 

Only 3 letters come to mind when reading this thread...

W T F ...

 

...

 

And you can choose not to fill the best omega resource on the Internet with weird fan fiction... Just putting that out there

 

Can the mods please do something here. I´m starting to get replaced embarrassment for myself for reading this nonsensical BS on OF.